Timothy's P.O.V

When I heard that I thought he meant something like Barry said. But I was wrong. This guy actually wanted to be my friend. I gripped on to his shirt as we headed off towards the Main Street. He ran to the clock shop across from the toy booth. He opened the door to the store and let the door close behind him. "Afternoon Captain Lordmore." Christopher greeted. "Ahoy me lad." He replied. "You be practicin' ye knots I see." "Yep. So, what ya need captain?" He asked. "What do ye do best?" "What happened to ol' coo coo?" Christopher asked. "That thing got on me nerves." He replied. "Anyway, me needs a clock that doesn't chime every hour." "Lucky for you I happened to make something like that yesterday. Wait there." Huh I thought. He didn't notice me. He ran upstairs with me, grabbed the clock, and brought it right down. 1 secrect I told Christopher is that I can turn human. All of us boxes can. I decided to do so while I was still upstairs, and came down pretending to be tired after a nap. I pushed my hair back and ran down stairs.

Christopher's P.O.V.

Is that Timothy? It looks like him. Same eyes and same shade of brown on his hair. "Hey Timothy." I said calmly. I was afraid he was someone else. "Hey." He replied. He came up towards my work and smiled at it. "Cool. You know I've been looking for something like this, too." He rolled up his sleeve and revealed a bloody red ribbon around his wrist. I didn't see it there before. "It be mine landlubber." Lordmore said. "I know." He replied. "Hey wait. I know you." "Your favorite deck swabber." "Why do ye hide for years?" What? I questioned my self. Captain Lordmore and Travis are my only friends I've known for 6 years. He never mentioned anything about a favorite deck swabber. Captain had a short talk with Timothy, bought the clock, and left. "HOW LONG HAVE YOU'VE BEEN LIVING ON EARTH!?" I yelled. "6....16...42." He mumbled.

Timothy's P.O.V.

It's not my fault. I'm a box. Anyway I put a huge guilty grin on my face and ran back up stairs. "GET BACK HERE!" Nope. "Gotta catch me first!" Wait everything's gone...... black.

Christopher's P.O.V.

When I get him I swear. "Timothy?" He's.. why is he on the floor. "Hey. Wake up." Well I do what any idiot would do, shake him awake. "Huh." "You okay?" He looked confused about the way he was on the floor. "Your sure." "Yes. Oww. Maybe." He was gripping his forearm tightly. "Show me." He let go of his arm and gave it to me as he looked away. There was a nail right next to where he fell and saw blood on it. Great. He caught him self. I saw a rip through his coat with a red stain all around it. "Oww." He started whimpering like a pup. Don't blame him though. It looked like hurt very badly.